The Man Who Waited vs. The Man Who Wasted novel Chapter 238

A woman with a gentle, kind face sat quietly on a wooden stool.

She looked calm, appearing almost perfectly normal at first glance.

But her eyes were completely vacant and devoid of life, staring blankly at nothing in particular.

Though her hair was streaked with gray and her face was drawn with exhaustion, she still possessed an undeniable, innate elegance.

Her delicate, beautiful features made it obvious she had been stunning in her youth.

The caretaker took a longer look at Jocelyn and couldn't help but say, "You two look exactly alike."

Those words seemed to carry a strange magic. The woman, who had been sitting as still as a statue, slowly turned her head toward them.

Jocelyn stepped closer, tears brimming in her eyes. Her mouth moved, but it took everything she had to force the word past the lump in her throat.

"Mom."

A sudden spark flickered in the woman's eyes. She searched Jocelyn's face intently, like she was desperately hunting for a long-lost treasure.

Jocelyn grabbed her hands, her voice trembling.

"Mom, it's me. I'm your daughter. I'm Jo—"

Wait. That wasn't right. Jocelyn wasn't her real name.

Diana Evans had given her that name.

When she was torn away from her mother, she didn't even have a name yet.

How could her mother possibly know who 'Jocelyn' was?

The light in the woman's eyes vanished as quickly as it had appeared. She turned her head away, completely silent once more.

The caretaker sighed. "She's been here for days and hasn't spoken a single word. All she does is sleep, eat, and sit right there staring into space. I tried to get her to go outside for some sun, but she absolutely refused."

Jocelyn finally understood why the little boy called her the 'mute woman'.

"Thank you for taking care of my mother."

The caretaker turned to leave, her tone entirely businesslike.

"Just take her. It's late, and we need to get to sleep."

Jocelyn reached out to take her mother's hand.

But this time, Sylvia flinched and pulled away.

Terrified that forcing her might trigger a panic attack, Jocelyn stood there, at a total loss for what to do.

Julian stepped forward and gently took Sylvia's hand.

His voice was incredibly soft. "Sylvia, it's time to go home. The director sent us to pick you up."

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